[ Despite all her efforts, everything she's ever done to keep herself alive, in the very end she couldn't even do that much...which wasn't surprising, really. Regardless of her determination in her final moments to live on without Izayoi and her motivations that if she only just survived, she could overcome her crushing loneliness and fill the void of her partner's absence, she really had no other choice but to come to terms with the fact that it had never been her that had kept her alive. No, all this time, it had been Izayoi, and it was only after she had betrayed him that she truly realized that.
...Well, he didn't consider it as a betrayal, did he? He had said as much and had even kissed her back when she had only kissed him to betray him, told her with his final breaths that he didn't blame her and that he loved her, not his usual proclamation of "for love and dewicious sweets." He had made certain to let her know that with every fiber of his being, she was the one he had loved...not that she really deserved his unconditional love, especially not now that she had killed him, the only person who liked her well enough to stay with her.
That's why it was only a fitting punishment that she was here all alone in what she could only assume to be purgatory. Not like it really mattered what it was called, anyway - she was still and would remain to be dead, and it's not as though her sins would suddenly be wiped clean if it were called by another name. Heaven? Ha, as if. Hell? No, that would be far too easy, just like it would have been far too easy to end it all with a stab to the heart. No, this was just what she deserved - the sheer, slow torment of being alone in a state of everlasting nothingness, forced to do naught else but face her mistakes and misdeeds that she committed in her life, the ones she's tried so hard to avoid by pushing blame onto everyone else, forced to know that it was too late to ever make things right.
Yoi-chan. Seiko-chan. It's only when her mind drifts to the second name that it comes to her attention that she's not alone. Ruruka doesn't know how long the girl had been there or how long she had been staring at her, and for a moment, she does nothing but stare back, a flicker of mutual confusion on her face before it's quickly replaced by the icy mask she's always worn towards anyone that wasn't Izayoi - especially to someone whom she had deemed not only a traitor and an ex-friend, but also a subhuman asshole. Her words are cold as she says finally, breaking the silence: ]
Well, would you look who it is. I was beginning to question if this place truly was hell, but if I have to be stuck here with you, that settles it.
[ There's no point to this, and she knows it. After all, they're both dead, and they have nothing to gain from resuming their quarrel from when they were alive. However, old habits die hard, and while she may feel some regret that things turned out the way they did between them, she's still bitter. She's bitter that the friend she could depend on and wanted to trust would go so far as betraying her, and it's a resentment that she can't let go of just because she's dead. ]
heeere we go o7 sorry for the giant wall of text i got carried away
...Well, he didn't consider it as a betrayal, did he? He had said as much and had even kissed her back when she had only kissed him to betray him, told her with his final breaths that he didn't blame her and that he loved her, not his usual proclamation of "for love and dewicious sweets." He had made certain to let her know that with every fiber of his being, she was the one he had loved...not that she really deserved his unconditional love, especially not now that she had killed him, the only person who liked her well enough to stay with her.
That's why it was only a fitting punishment that she was here all alone in what she could only assume to be purgatory. Not like it really mattered what it was called, anyway - she was still and would remain to be dead, and it's not as though her sins would suddenly be wiped clean if it were called by another name. Heaven? Ha, as if. Hell? No, that would be far too easy, just like it would have been far too easy to end it all with a stab to the heart. No, this was just what she deserved - the sheer, slow torment of being alone in a state of everlasting nothingness, forced to do naught else but face her mistakes and misdeeds that she committed in her life, the ones she's tried so hard to avoid by pushing blame onto everyone else, forced to know that it was too late to ever make things right.
Yoi-chan. Seiko-chan. It's only when her mind drifts to the second name that it comes to her attention that she's not alone. Ruruka doesn't know how long the girl had been there or how long she had been staring at her, and for a moment, she does nothing but stare back, a flicker of mutual confusion on her face before it's quickly replaced by the icy mask she's always worn towards anyone that wasn't Izayoi - especially to someone whom she had deemed not only a traitor and an ex-friend, but also a subhuman asshole. Her words are cold as she says finally, breaking the silence: ]
Well, would you look who it is. I was beginning to question if this place truly was hell, but if I have to be stuck here with you, that settles it.
[ There's no point to this, and she knows it. After all, they're both dead, and they have nothing to gain from resuming their quarrel from when they were alive. However, old habits die hard, and while she may feel some regret that things turned out the way they did between them, she's still bitter. She's bitter that the friend she could depend on and wanted to trust would go so far as betraying her, and it's a resentment that she can't let go of just because she's dead. ]